Mason Reynolds (maseinyourface) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-02-01 08:56:00 |
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One might think that Mason Reynolds never set foot away from his beloved pawn shop. One would be wrong. While it was true that he spent a good chunk of his time at Reynold’s Pawns, he spent just as much time out and about. Not today, though. With the rainy season upon them, Mason had taken to setting up a crude water collecting and filtration system on the roof. It was slow going without help, but it was a project he’d chosen to do himself while Ren was off doing what Ren did. Friends to visit, shit to do. That sort of thing. Mason nudged two galvanized tubs next to each other and shook out one of the tarps, the fabric large enough that it easily encompassed both tubs. Lifting the edge of a tub, he anchored the tarp in place underneath it, then did the same with the other tub. Wind was a potential threat to the setup. If it turned out there was more wind than rain, all his work would be all over the fucking place. He tilted his head to look up at the sky, as if he could tell what sort of a storm might be brewing. So far only brief showers had come. Hard to guess what might be in storm, with no proper weather updates. Two more tubs, another tarp, the same process all over again. Collectively there were seven, which, if the rain filled them all, would provide him and Ren with plenty of fresh water for a while. Beer would’ve been nice, or anything stronger, but he supposed that was too much to ask of the sky. His head shot up when he heard noise from one of the neighboring rooftops. |